I need to move into a house where I can paint every surface in chalkboard paint. That's my problem with journaling; the words hide between the covers instead of staring at you from the walls. Emily pointed out that basically this means I want to be a crazy person. If that's what it takes, so be it.
In unrelated news, someone please tell the Russians to stop doing whatever it is they're doing. Either my blog is hot shit in Moscow, or SPECTRE is using it as a front for their new death ray tracking system. Couldn't be anything else. Nope.
Russians. I see you over there. You too, Latvians.
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